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Part 1: The Basics

1. What is your full name?
Cordelia Emily Chase

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Cooked? Hah. Please. I can make sandwiches. Anything more tastes terrible--even coffee. Just ask Wesley. Plus, who has the time to cook when you're busy getting visions from The Powers That Be or fighting off the newest demon in town?

It's called take-out.

So I've been thinking about a plot line that's been bugging me. I'd kinda like to do a universe where Cordy goes back to Sunnydale sometime--not sure about the timeline part yet--and works with the Scoobies again. She's changed, they've changed, the world's changed.

Would anyone on my flist be interested in joining in on this project? Canon Buffy and Angel characters are all welcome.

Here is where I'm attempting to organize all my universe RP threads. Memes and short writings that aren't actual roleplays aren't included unless there was some kind of significant interaction with another character or roleplayer involved. This is an ongoing project.

( Universal threads FTW! )

Follows This.

It was only a ten minute drive from the park to Cordelia's apartment. She and Kyle chatted about random, meaningless things: the weather, his drive from Boston to L.A., and how bad the traffic was in California.

As soon as she directed him to a parking place in front of her apartment building, the mood seemed to shift. "Well, this is where I live." She smiled at him a bit and climbed out of the truck, nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Since when did she get nervous about hanging out with a hot guy, anyway?

She pulled her keys out of her purse and led him up to the building, and up the stairs to her apartment, unlocking it and stepping inside. "Home sweet home."

"Without"

Character: Cordelia
Rating: PG
Set between seasons two and three of Angel.

( The days were long and slow... )

1. Do my nails.
2. Read.
3. Window shop.
4. Tease Wesley.
5. Try to convince Fred to come out of her room.
6. Go to Caritas.
7. Train with Angel.
8. Talk to Kyle.
9. Organize my closet.
10. Watch movies with Phantom Dennis.

Happy birthday, kyle_valenti! Hope it's a great one!

She was alive. Again.

She wasn't sure how or why, but when she woke up and found herself in the middle of a motel room she didn't recognize, she knew she'd been sent back for a reason.

It wasn't every day the Powers That Be resurrected someone.

She slowly crawled off the bed, moving over to the bathroom and staring at herself in the mirror.

She looked the same as she had the day she'd died--her hair dark and curly, complexion still a little paler than she liked it to be. She was even wearing the same clothes.

"Well. This is a little unsettling." Turning away from the mirror, she looked around the small motel room. A ceiling fan spun tirelessly, succeeding only in pushing around the hot, humid air.

Cordelia had no idea where she was.

"Okay. First order of business. Where the hell am I?"

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Cordelia paced the floor of the Hyperion.

Wesley and Gunn had gone to kill the scaly green demon in the park hours ago and hadn't returned yet. They hadn't called either. She glanced at the clock, sighing impatiently and continuing to pace. If they weren't back in fifteen minutes, she was going after them.

"Come on, guys. Where are you?" she whispered.

Stealing this from sexx_violence. Pick one of the songs and I'll write a drabble based on it--or possibly something lengthier if Cordy really likes it.

Let me know what universe it's set in.

1. Put your iTunes on shuffle and list the first 25 songs
2. Link to the song lyrics (doing one better, linking to the songs. Ha. You can simply listen to them or DL them.)
3. Post the songs for others to give you prompts based on the song of their choice.

**A general mood will be taken into consideration if given. Please specify if you'd like to see your muse in the drabble or not or a specific scene.**

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And much as I'd love to upload or link to them, I'm stuck on really slow dial-up and it wouuld take forever. So...sorry. :p

Cordelia sat on the cold ground, eyes downcast and lingering on the bundle of irises she'd placed before the grave. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, thinking how appropriate it was that the day was cool and misty. It matched her sullen mood perfectly.

"Ron and I aren't together anymore." Her voice was quiet. "Wolfram and Hart's back. They did some kind of...I don't know, curse on Angel. He was sick. Burning up with fever. He was going to die. I uh...there was one cure. I couldn't not save him," she whispered. "It's Angel."

Tears sprung to her eyes but she blinked them away, sniffling a little. "So I saved him. And my marriage is over. And not because Ron ended it. I did." She swallowed hard. "I'm still in love with him. I think I always was. But I love Ron, too."

She ducked her head, closing her eyes. "I feel like the most horrible person in the world right now. I've hurt Ron, I have no idea where I stand with Angel, and half my friends probably hate me." She exhaled slowly and reached out, putting her hand on the grave and running her fingers over his name.

"I wish you were here to give me some advice. Or just...to listen. I really miss you, Wesley."

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